My Sexy Bodyguard's

DAMAR AND DION COOPERATION

Dion stood up as the speed boat started leaning on the dock. The waves are quite large plus the wind is quite strong makes the speed boat oscillate like paper on the edge of the dock. The edge that was touched directly by the dock poles made a noise that sounded quite scary.

Dion narrowed his eyes while blowing on both of his palms to get a hint of warmth. Not long after, an old man was seen climbing the stairs leading to the pier. The old man waved to Dion. On his face was a faint smile. It was so good to see Dion.

"Hi, Mr. Damar the enemy is in a blanket" Dion said.

Damar pursed his lips. "Don't say that. Honestly, I feel bad right now. What if someone hears?" damar said half jokingly, because he knew that no one would hear Dion's words except for some of Dion's men around them.

Dion laughed out loud. "I doubt you still have a heart now? How does it feel to be a traitor, huh?"

Damar. "Not too good, but not too bad either. Everyone can do things the way I do if I want to, so I don't think being a traitor is too surprising" he replied, then patted Dion's shoulder saying, "Let's get this over with quickly, 'cause I gotta get home."

Dion nodded, then pointed to a makeshift tent that had been built some time ago for the benefit of his transaction along with Damar.

"Let's go over there" Dion asked.

Damar chuckled at the preparations that Dion had made, starting from a remote island, an impromptu pier, and now a makeshift tent.

"remarkable. You are intending to make a transaction with me." Damar commented as he began to step into the tent equipped with lights that lit with the help of batteries, so the atmosphere inside the tent was very bright, not dark at all.

Inside the tent itself has been prepared two folding chairs facing a medium-sized round table, one camera, and two bottles of soft drinks.

Of every item in the tent, only a camera can take over the attention of Damar.

"Camera? What's for?" ask Damar.

Dion glanced at the camera on the table, then he called one of his men to take the camera.

"Don't worry, Mr. Damar. The camera was used only for documentation." Dion answered the confusion on Damar's face.

"Documentation," murmured Damar.

Dion nodded back. "Yes. The transaction we make today is not just an agreement on paper. When signing and handing over the check, I want all of those activities to be recorded." Dion explained it briefly.

Forehead Frowning. "Didn't you trust me?"

"Not to believe it, Mr. Damar, but it's my style. I do it on every business transaction. I'm like this, don't worry too much that I won't spread it." Dion smiled to convince Damar.

After a while, Damar nodded and stated that he did not mind the recording activities that would be done by Dion.

"Okay, no problem. Let's finish it."

***

Tiffani opened her eyes slowly, and closed them again after she stared at Rama's face for a moment. Lying on Rama's side so comfortable, that he was reluctant to get out of bed and leave the warmth that Rama offered.

"Still want to sleep?" ask Rama.

Tiffani jerks. He opened his eyes again and looked up at Rama.

"I didn't know you were awake" Tiffani murmured.

"Yes, I've been awake since, I looked at the pretty face of an angel. Are you not aware?"

Tiffani pursed her lips. "Hem, you tombal," said Tiffani, pinching Rama's waist hard, making her husband grimace in pain.

Tiffani then got up to sit down and immediately grabbed the phone that was on the nightstand. "Actually I have some important agenda today, but I'm still too scared to come to the office" Tiffani said. "How do you think? Should I go to the office or not?"

Rama who had also been in a sitting position now hugged Tiffani from behind. he rubbed his face on Tiffani's shoulder repeatedly until Tiffani shuddered with foresight. "Don't go to the office today, Tiffani, how about we take a walk with Junior?"

Tiffani turned her head to the side, trying to look at Rama who was still busy rubbing his face on his shoulder like a cat.

"Good idea. We haven't been walking for a long time. But, does your head not hurt? We'd better go to the hospital and check it out first, Rama. I don't want to if something bad happens later because of that wound, hem, like amnesia. I don't want you to have amnesia."

Rama laughed out loud. "I wouldn't have amnesia just because of this little cut, honey."

"Yes, but I'm still scared. Anybody know what's going to happen in the future, right? Anyway if you forget me, I'll beat you all out." Tiffani threatens Rama.

Rama. "I will never forget you, not even when I am a little amnesiac."

The words that had just been thrown from Rama's lips made Tiffani feel happy. He turned and hugged Rama. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, isn't remembering you constantly my duty, so you shouldn't thank me."

"alright. Then let's take a shower and have breakfast, after which we'll talk about where we're going today. But, we'll just go after Om Damar comes, okay," Tiffani said.

Hearing the name of Damar called, Rama suddenly returned to remember the conversation of the criminals who held him yesterday in the warehouse, he was sure if the figure the criminals were talking about was Damar, Damar, it can't be anyone else.

Rama straightened his seat, and then asked Tiffani. "Om Damar isn't here?"

Tiffani nodded. "none. He didn't come home all night, either. We parted ways with Om Damar in the office elevator yesterday. I haven't seen Om Damar since."

Seriate.